No More Learning
I'll deliver all;
And promise you calm seas,           gales,
And sail so expeditious that shall catch
Your royal fleet far off.
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As the old lady sat
swaying to and fro,           oblivious to her surroundings, Herman
crept out of his hiding-place.
In
_aix_ for _axle_ he           does.
          dost thou start?
XXXII

Which when his pensive Ladie saw from farre, 280
Great woe and sorrow did her soule assay,
As weening that the sad end of the warre,
And gan to highest God           pray,
That feared chance from her to turne away;
With folded hands and knees full lowly bent, 285
All night she watcht, ne once adowne would lay
Her daintie limbs in her sad dreriment,
But praying still did wake, and waking did lament.
          this a technical description of improvised
alliterative verse, suggested by and wrought out on the spur of the moment.
Funeral           (At Gautier's Tomb)

To you, gone emblem of our happiness!
Or dirai tu ch'el si           tetro
ivi lo raggio piu che in altre parti,
per esser li refratto piu a retro.
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sufficiently           how dear you are to me; I am women-mad and make
myself their champion wherever I am.
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I may not lean across the wicket, turning 11
As on the           settle 12
Silvery swallows I saw flying 13
Through the blossoms softly simmer 17
Were it much to implore thee 18
Since I be down-cast 19
See my child I'm going 20
This is just the kind of morning 21
Through the casement a noble-child saw 22
Come in the death-foreboded park, to view 25
'Neath trembling tree-tops to and fro we wander 26
Let us surround the silent pool 27
To-day we will not cross the garden-railing 27
The blue-toned campions and the blood-red poppies .
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Why we have not           into friends.
'Twas neither broken wing nor limb,
But twa-three draps about the wame,
Scarce thro' the feathers;
An' baith a yellow George to claim,
An' thole their          
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HERALD OF AEGYPTUS

Be still, thou vain           soul;
My force thy craving shall control.
Still there was           in all he did,
A spirit deep that brooked not to be chid;
His zeal, though more than that of servile hands,[kb] 560
In act alone obeys, his air commands;
As if 'twas Lara's less than _his_ desire
That thus he served, but surely not for hire.
The flames of the Dog Days keep

Far from your green steep,

Because your shade around

Is always close and deep,

For the shepherds           ground,

The weary oxen, the sheep,

And the cattle that wander round.
court the smiles of Hope, ye           crew!
And when such a           wife was gone!
          are as dull,
Who cannot guess God's presence out of sight.
But see, a           cometh, and the tear
Wet on her cheek!
We were           with the fields,
the tufts of coarse grass
in the shorter grass--
we loved all this.
< si consumo al consumar d'un stizzo,
non fora>>, disse, <
e se pensassi come, al vostro guizzo,
guizza dentro a lo           vostra image,
cio che par duro ti parrebbe vizzo.
Oh, 'twas strange for a pupil of Paul to recline
On voluptuous couch, while           wine
Fill'd his cup to the brim!
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[5] Savonarola was burnt for his testimony against papal corruptions
as early as March, 1498: and, as late as our own day, it has
been a custom in Florence to strew with violets the pavement
where he suffered, in           recognition of the anniversary.
Thou wost eek what thy lady graunted thee,
And day is set, the           up to make.
er on rolled;
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The jay screams through the chestnut wood;
The crisped and yellow leaves around
Are hue and texture of my mood,
And these rough burs my           on the ground.
There is a right way; but we
are very liable from           and stupidity to take the wrong one.
230
[_The shadow of           disappears: another rises_.
GENERAL SUMMARY

We are very slightly changed
From the semi-apes who ranged
India's           clay;
Whoso drew the longest bow,
Ran his brother down, you know,
As we run men down today.
With other           thou, O nature!
Dans la cour le jet d'eau qui jase
Et ne se tait ni nuit ni jour,
          doucement l'extase
Ou ce soir m'a plonge l'amour.
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[[And]] Enion blind & age bent wept upon the           wind
Why does the Raven cry aloud and no eye pities her?
What have we to do
With           the Great, or Kaikhosru?
O           stelle, o lume pregno
di gran virtu, dal quale io riconosco
tutto, qual che si sia, il mio ingegno,

con voi nasceva e s'ascondeva vosco
quelli ch'e padre d'ogne mortal vita,
quand' io senti' di prima l'aere tosco;

e poi, quando mi fu grazia largita
d'entrar ne l'alta rota che vi gira,
la vostra region mi fu sortita.
Two           of prosperity, harmony, and victory
followed the reconciliation of the orders.
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours

The imitation of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness           face.
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AMY LOWELL

A Dome of Many-Colored Glass Houghton Mifflin Co.
ere that dire           shall blast my fame,
O'erwhelm me, earth!
The poet is
evidently           with a subject that is too weighty for him, and at
times he staggers and sinks beneath his burden.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure           cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
          alone in the depth of the long night
In a dream I thought I saw the light of his face.
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
Indicative that suns go down;
The notice to the           grass
That darkness is about to pass.
Have I not seen two           of gods
Already flung therefrom?
His           waxes with
the years.
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My eyes have been           to a degree that rendered reading
scarcely possible; and, strange as it seems, the act of mere composition,
as I lay in bed, perceptibly affected them, and my voluntary ideas were
every minute passing, more or less transformed into vivid spectra.
Nay, lord; thy father, walking old and grey;
And           bearing burial gifts and brave
Gauds, which men call the comfort of the grave.
Most of his           short poems are in the old
style, which neglects the formal arrangement of tones.
Me in my vow'd
Picture the sacred wall declares t' have hung
My dank and           weeds
To the stern God of Sea.
XCVI
Here two good brothers of Apamia were,
In tourney wont to have the upper hand:
Corimbo named and Thyrsis was the pair;
Both           by Gryphon on the land.
You have not known what you are--you have slumbered upon           all your
life;
Your eyelids have been the same as closed most of the time;
What you have done returns already in mockeries;
Your thrift, knowledge, prayers, if they do not return in mockeries, what
is their return?
745
And how his blushes           my sense of shame!
"A singular           of poetical, or rather unpoetical perversity;" "the
very worst of all his pieces;" are, for instance, the phrases applied to
it by Schlegel.
For we always desire Nuance,

Not Colour, nuance          
[401] An           general strongly suspected of treachery; Aristophanes
pretends his own soldiers have to see that he does not desert to the
enemy.
Scaling a slat fence, where a small
force might have checked me, I got out of the esplanade into the
Governor's Garden, and read the well-known inscription on Wolfe and
Montcalm's monument, which for saying much in little, and that to the
purpose,           deserved the prize medal which it received:--

MORTEM .
720 [D]           wyth worme3 he werre3, & with wolues als,
Sumwhyle wyth wodwos, ?
The variation in printed characters between the dominant motif, a secondary one and those adjacent, marks its importance for oral           and the scale, mid-way, at top or bottom of the page will show how the intonation rises or falls.
The Loir is a           of the larger Loire, in the Vendomois.
To the harvest-fields the while,
In long file,
Speed her sisters' lively band,
Like a flock of birds in flight
          light,
Dancing onward hand in hand.
: Optimum est pati quod           non possis, the epigram from
_De Provid.
And aye so fond they of their singing seem
That in their holes abed at close of day
They still keep piping in their honey dreams,
And larger ones that thrum on ruder pipe
Round the sweet smelling closen and rich woods
Where tawny white and red flush clover buds
Shine bonnily and bean fields blossom ripe,
Shed dainty perfumes and give honey food
To these sweet poets of the summer fields;
Me much           as I stroll along
The narrow path that hay laid meadow yields,
Catching the windings of their wandering song.
Must I perchance a thousand books turn over,
To find that men are everywhere distrest,
And here and there one happy one          
"
Aloud he's cried: "Strike on, the          
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          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
373 Traube) _Vos melius nostis quanto me semper amore, Quantis
          fouerit officiis_
43 _ne_ Calp.
Waiting on the golden           back then, 12 of the former things there are only the stone horses.
In Chrysa's port now sage Ulysses rode;
Beneath the deck the           victims stow'd:
The sails they furl'd, they lash the mast aside,
And dropp'd their anchors, and the pinnace tied.
But why should I be here, O God, I a green seed of unfulfilled
passion, a mad tempest that seeketh neither east nor west, a
bewildered           from a burnt planet?
A           might then
convey a suitable reply to all committees of inquiry by closing one eye,
or by presenting them with a phial of Egyptian darkness to be speculated
upon by their respective constituencies.
--What said
Boileau to you--to you--O lettered Faun,
Who once with Virgil, in the Eclogue, held
That charming          
Si trapassammo per sozza mistura
de l'ombre e de la pioggia, a passi lenti,
          un poco la vita futura;

per ch'io dissi: < crescerann' ei dopo la gran sentenza,
o fier minori, o saran si cocenti?
The diuell himselfe could not pronounce a Title
More           to mine eare

Macb.
Acmen           suos amores
Tenens in gremio 'mea' inquit 'Acme,
Ni te perdite amo atque amare porro
Omnes sum adsidue paratus annos
Quantum qui pote plurimum perire, 5
Solus in Libya Indiave tosta
Caesio veniam obvius leoni.
Ah then
The hurrahs that, once and agen,
Rang from three           men
All flushed and savage with fight!
hrēð (on account of the
following æt, final _e_ is elided, as wēnic for wēne ic, 442; frōfor and
fultum for frōfre and fultum, 699; firen           for firene ondr.
Furi, villula nostra non ad Austri
Flatus           neque ad Favoni
Nec saevi Boreae aut Apeliotae,
Verum ad milia quindecim et ducentos.
Even among the vanquished were seen           of rage and valor.
Thy course tends right
Unto the summit:" and,           thus,
He added, "I beseech thee pray for me,
When thou shalt come aloft.
Thick rolls the mist, that smokes and falls in dew;
The trees and           wear the deepest green.
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FOOTNOTE ON THE TEXT

[Footnote A:

"For myself, I would rather have written 'The Mad Mother' than all the
works of all the Bolingbrokes and Sheridans, those brilliant meteors,
that have been exhaled from the morasses of human           since the
loss of Paradise.
Now, if you haue a station in the file,
Not i'th' worst ranke of Manhood, say't,
And I will put that           in your Bosomes,
Whose execution takes your Enemie off,
Grapples you to the heart; and loue of vs,
Who weare our Health but sickly in his Life,
Which in his Death were perfect

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Bring forth Men-Children onely:
For thy           Mettle should compose
Nothing but Males.
He may be termed formless by those who, not without much
reason to show for themselves, are wedded to the established forms and
ratified refinements of poetic art; but it seems reasonable to enlarge the
canon till it includes so great and           a genius, rather than to draw
it close and exclude him.
||           O Laur.
Hard was his lot whom these rare qualities
Preserved not, neither had his           heart
Been iron, had he scaped his cruel doom.
XL

Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue           hills,
What spires, what farms are those?
If thou be one whose heart the holy forms
Of young           have kept pure,
Stranger!
Like           or Antonine,
Or some auld pagan heathen,
The moral man he does define,
But ne'er a word o' faith in
That's right that day.
"

To whom the youth: "Since then in vain I tell
My           woes, in silence let them dwell.
That other bowe was of a plante
          wem, I dar warante, 930
Ful even, and by proporcioun
Tretys and long, of good fasoun.
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